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“Nathan? Is this one of your boxes?” Jennifer Singleton called over her shoulder from the garage. She pushed her long black hair from her face and turned her gaze back to the box.
The attached garage to their newly purchased home was filled with moving boxes of various sizes stacked upon each other like the unfinished construction of some ancient structure. Though they were already residing in the old gothic revival home for a week now, a majority of the cardboard boxes still seemed to be untouched and amassed in the gloomy confines of the garage.
“Nathan? Did you hear me?” She yelled again, but this time keeping her eyes on the peculiar box at her feet. Even under the dim illumination of the dust coated florescent lights, the box was predominant amongst its peers. Unlike the o
